[She dreads that answer, in a way; it would stand to reason that Joel taking Ellie across the damn continent and her being figuratively six-feet-under would leave her empire crashing down like bombed buildings. That is just how it works.
That was always going to be the inevitable end of it. She couldn't live forever, Joel wasn't in it without her, and she had no one to leave a legacy for.
Past tense.
Or soon to be past-tense.
She winds her fingers into his shirt for a second but then lets go. There's a measure of security in knowing she's going to die and Joel is going to see her through it, but the vulnerability of it is discomforting.
Tess looks up at him.]
I figured. Or should have figured.
[Is he going to leave her behind with Boston? With smuggling?]
And with Ellie, did you... did you find the Fireflies?
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That was always going to be the inevitable end of it. She couldn't live forever, Joel wasn't in it without her, and she had no one to leave a legacy for.
Past tense.
Or soon to be past-tense.
She winds her fingers into his shirt for a second but then lets go. There's a measure of security in knowing she's going to die and Joel is going to see her through it, but the vulnerability of it is discomforting.
Tess looks up at him.]
I figured. Or should have figured.
[Is he going to leave her behind with Boston? With smuggling?]
And with Ellie, did you... did you find the Fireflies?